Llyr fidgeted with the pamphlet. He sat in his study, barely listening to the hushed voices on the other side of the door. It sounded as if the others were discussing whether it was better to hold the meeting at the house or somewhere else. At least until the shop got fixed up again. He read over the finely printed text. Ymiden... he thought about the Immortal as he read the little verse about the Immortal once more. Would it actually be possible to find forgiveness though?
The young mage didn't know. He glanced up when he saw the door open. Llyr swiftly threw the pamphlet back into the desk drawer. He shut the drawer quickly, then leaned over the desk. The surface was messy, filled with papers and books and files and more. There was an organization among it all, but only Llyr could make sense of it - like most things, he found these trials.
He folded his hands and watched as Madam Miller entered the study. The old woman looked tired, if not a bit stern, and she gathered her shawl around her as she crossed her arms.
"Yes?" he asked when she didn't say anything.
"We think we should go back to the headquarters to hold the meeting," she relayed to him.
Llyr sighed. He leaned back in his chair and placed his long fingers in a steeple. He rocked in the stiff-backed chair, letting it wobble on the hind legs from a precarious balance. The biqaj stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then he nodded. He got up, grabbed his jacket and gloves, then gestured for Madam Miller to leave the study first. He forced a smile and said, "After you."
The young mage didn't know. He glanced up when he saw the door open. Llyr swiftly threw the pamphlet back into the desk drawer. He shut the drawer quickly, then leaned over the desk. The surface was messy, filled with papers and books and files and more. There was an organization among it all, but only Llyr could make sense of it - like most things, he found these trials.
He folded his hands and watched as Madam Miller entered the study. The old woman looked tired, if not a bit stern, and she gathered her shawl around her as she crossed her arms.
"Yes?" he asked when she didn't say anything.
"We think we should go back to the headquarters to hold the meeting," she relayed to him.
Llyr sighed. He leaned back in his chair and placed his long fingers in a steeple. He rocked in the stiff-backed chair, letting it wobble on the hind legs from a precarious balance. The biqaj stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then he nodded. He got up, grabbed his jacket and gloves, then gestured for Madam Miller to leave the study first. He forced a smile and said, "After you."